"The first layer of the Golden Body Technique is finally mastered."

Guo Feilong exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his bright eyes.

From now on, as long as his mystic power was sufficient, his body could always be comparable to a low-grade spiritual instrument.

Splash!

He emerged from the medicinal bath, his previously aged and somewhat loose skin becoming firm.

It was as if he had returned to his youth, his whole body brimming with strength.

The Golden Body Technique had improved every cell in his body.

Even without infusing his body with mystic power, it was no longer something an ordinary person could damage with a sword or knife.

He reached out for his clothes, put them on, and walked out of the room into the courtyard.

This courtyard was for training, very spacious, with many iron-forged wooden stakes.

A cultivator's physical form could rival sacred treasures and spiritual instruments, so naturally, one had to master hand-to-hand combat, becoming invincible in close quarters.

Guo Feilong approached an iron stake and punched it. With a thud, a fist imprint appeared on the iron stake, about two to three millimeters deep.

A mere flesh and blood body could leave a two to three millimeter imprint on iron, something an ordinary person couldn't achieve even with a heavy hammer.

At this moment, Guo Feilong patted his storage bag, and a low-grade flying sword flew out, slashing diagonally at the iron stake.

With a swish, the low-grade flying sword cut two-thirds deep into the iron stake before losing its power.

Retrieving the first-grade flying sword, Guo Feilong took out a medium-grade flying sword and, using the same mystic power, slashed at the iron stake.

This time, the iron stake was cut through, the power far surpassing that of the low-grade flying sword.

Guo Feilong put away the second-grade flying sword and moved to another iron stake. With a thought, mystic power from his energy core filled his entire body.

In the next moment, a faint golden light appeared on the surface of his skin. This was the effect of the Golden Body Technique, where every cell in his body naturally turned golden, causing the skin to emit a golden glow.

Thud!

Guo Feilong used his hand as a blade, slashing fiercely at the iron stake. With a swish, his palm sliced the iron stake horizontally.

A large section of the iron stake fell to the ground, shattering the marble floor beneath.

"Indeed, comparable to a low-grade spiritual instrument, I can now withstand spiritual instruments barehanded."

Guo Feilong felt pleased.

From now on, even if someone tried to ambush him with a flying sword, he wouldn't be afraid.

A low-grade flying sword couldn't harm him.

A medium-grade flying sword could only scratch his skin but couldn't pierce his muscles.

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A high-grade flying sword could still be fatal to him.

A high-grade spiritual instrument was worth at least ten thousand spirit stones.

Most cultivators couldn't afford it.

Even among the ninth-level Qi Refining inner disciples of the Spirit Creek Sect, not everyone had a high-grade flying sword. It was good if three or four out of ten had one.

As a cultivator's cultivation stage increased, the resources needed for cultivation also increased, making daily cultivation a significant expense. How could they afford ten thousand spirit stones for a high-grade flying sword?

The power difference between flying sword qualities was substantial.

A low-grade spiritual instrument flying sword would shatter into dozens or hundreds of pieces after three to five hundred collisions with a medium-grade spiritual instrument flying sword, unable to be reforged.

A medium-grade spiritual instrument flying sword would similarly shatter after three to five hundred collisions with a high-grade spiritual instrument flying sword.

A low-grade spiritual instrument flying sword would shatter after just thirty to fifty collisions with a high-grade spiritual instrument flying sword.

Between two cultivators of the same cultivation stage, one using a low-grade flying sword and the other a medium-grade flying sword, the one with the low-grade flying sword would inevitably be killed by the one with the high-grade flying sword after their sword shattered.

Cultivation stage is king, with spiritual instruments and sacred treasures as support.

A person with a higher cultivation stage could kill someone with a lower stage with a single slap, even without using spiritual instruments or sacred treasures, just by directly attacking with mystic power.

For example, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator could effortlessly kill a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator wielding a high-grade flying sword barehanded, illustrating the gap in cultivation stages.

A Golden Elixir stage grand cultivator could crush a Qi Refining stage cultivator from hundreds of meters away with a single divine sense.

A Golden Elixir stage grand cultivator could shatter a mountain with a mystic power-infused palm strike, an incredibly terrifying feat.

So far, Guo Feilong had over twenty immortal cultivator wives and concubines at home. He gathered them all in this large training courtyard.

Among his more than twenty immortal cultivator wives and concubines, the highest cultivation stage was the third level of Qi Refining.

The rest, including Wang Yuyan with her medium Earth Grade spiritual root aptitude, were all at the second level of Qi Refining.

In the Qi Refining stage, each level's mystic power was double that of the previous level.

He was now at the seventh level of Qi Refining, with mystic power equivalent to the total of thirty-two second-level Qi Refining cultivators.

And thirty-two second-level Qi Refining cultivators could definitely kill a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator.

Because thirty-two second-level Qi Refining cultivators could simultaneously wield a total of thirty-two flying swords.

A seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator could only use one flying sword and couldn't possibly defend against thirty-two flying swords.

Not to mention a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator, even a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator would be killed by thirty-two second-level Qi Refining cultivators.

When the number of lower-level cultivators reached a certain point, they could also kill a cultivator of a higher stage.

At this moment, Guo Feilong said to his more than twenty second-level Qi Refining wives and concubines, "Take out your first-grade flying swords and attack me. I want to practice my martial skills.

Anyone whose flying sword hits my vital parts—throat, chest, back, head—will be rewarded with two low-grade spirit stones each time."

As the saying goes, great rewards inspire bravery.

Without spirit stones as a reward, none of his more than twenty immortal cultivator wives and concubines would dare to attack his vital parts.

Sure enough, upon hearing that hitting his vital parts would earn them three spirit stones, all of his beautiful wives and concubines had their eyes light up.

They looked at him as if he were a mountain of spirit stones.

"Let's begin!"

As Guo Feilong spoke, a faint golden light appeared on the surface of his skin.

Fortunately, it was daytime, so the golden light wasn't too noticeable.

If it were nighttime, he would look like a glowing little golden man.

More than twenty second-level Qi Refining wives and concubines surrounded him, standing thirty to forty meters away.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

In the next instant, more than twenty first-grade flying swords shot towards him from all directions, as fast as bullets fired from a gun.

If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't be able to dodge such fast-flying swords.

But Guo Feilong was different. He was a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator, with quick eyes, quick hands, and quick speed.

His body moved up and down in the field, forming afterimages.

Facing the onslaught of more than twenty flying swords, he dodged those he could and used his fists and feet to deflect the ones he couldn't.

For the flying swords he really couldn't avoid, he let them hit other parts of his body, avoiding vital areas.

In the state of the Golden Body Technique, his body was comparable to a low-grade spiritual instrument, and low-grade spiritual instruments couldn't harm him.

Before long, one of his wives managed to stab him in the back.

Without the Golden Body Technique, that stab could have killed him.

About an hour later, his more than twenty immortal cultivator wives and concubines stopped because they had exhausted their mystic power and couldn't control their flying swords anymore.

Guo Feilong's mystic power was also nearly depleted after being attacked by more than twenty second-level Qi Refining cultivators for an hour.

He had about twenty percent left.

Mystic power was like physical stamina; without deliberate cultivation to recover, the spiritual root in his energy core would automatically absorb energy from the heavens and earth to slowly restore mystic power.

However, the recovery speed of mystic power was much slower compared to actively absorbing spiritual energy from the heavens and earth to convert into mystic power.

"Husband, I hit your vital parts three times, so that's nine spirit stones," said Murong Xue, who looked like a cute little lolita, extending her fair little hand.

Guo Feilong chuckled and gave her nine low-grade spirit stones.

Then he gestured for the other wives who had hit his vital parts to come and collect their spirit stones.

A few wives who hadn't hit his vital parts pouted on the side, looking unhappy.

Guo Feilong said, "Come, come, even if you didn't contribute, you worked hard. Everyone gets two low-grade spirit stones as a reward."

"Thank you, husband."

"Husband, you're the best."

They immediately beamed with joy.

In Yellow Rock Town and the nearby towns, there were basically no young girls who met his standards for marriage and concubinage.

Throughout Qingyang County, he had married almost all the young and beautiful female cultivators he could.

In the days that followed, Guo Feilong either practiced martial skills or worked on the life gene continuation project with those wives and concubines who hadn't yet become pregnant.

Life was carefree and enjoyable.

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

The first to become pregnant, Su Xue, reached her due date today and gave birth to a son for him in the morning.